Tane: busy talk, medium friendly, little pride.

I heard someone call him. Was it Tain... Ta-nay, or Taain? Then I remembered the flat ‘e’ sound of local accent and the ‘f’ sound in Maōri language. The joke reminded me of a friend once talked about a place name with an initial ‘wha’ sound. Somewhere in New Zealand it was heard pronounced like ‘fuck’. My friend still got a smile on his face after ending the joke.

The boy turned to look for the voice only after a while. It seemed he was thinking at that time, or he did not know it was him being called. The voice never appeared as a person.

He walked towards me. We both walked slowly, so I took notice of the beautiful embroidery of the name ‘Tane’ on his white shirt. It was shown in such a way that it looked like greenish ferns curvature.

Tane looked a bit absent-minded. He was thinking. I remembered the three criteria for describing traits and behaviors: big move, medium attitude, little problem. After a short observation, I gathered that Tane was medium friendly, and nice-looking. He liked his own manners, a little problem of pride, maybe for being a Maōri. What about the big move?

After I passed him, ten steps away I heard someone talking. I glanced back and saw Tane chatting with a girl who should not be the one who just called out for him. The way they indulged themselves in conversation finished me with the descriptive trio of a person: big move in busy talk.

Busy talk, medium friendly, little pride. That can be a nice guy.

a Maōri boy Tane

But I still feel excited. It may be the future me who post LSP somewhere, say, on the Web. Would it make the Internet sacred and important ever after?

Or it’s only when the Web becomes semantic that... Suddenly I sympathize with Web being a semantic thing, or semiotic thing, that information has never been so powerful and penetrating in human history !

Information of idea in the making, to the Web. Not limited to that. Further, to the space, galaxy, local cluster... Would someone, whatever its form and nature, dare to go beyond a planet, a solar system ? Imagine a human being, happened to have certain kind of supernatural power so that he/she can abandon the body, turns into another kind of being, and go beyond our planet. The being wants to seek intelligence, to travel in space, to go beyond what humans can’t go.

What a will.

A few days later I came across a Maōri boy. His name was Tane. What caught my attention was his nearly white clothes. Maōri people are brownish in colour, so wearing white makes them look darker.

is the idea lives through me, that I am being exploited?

I drew some bubbles, mapped them to a lake shore. Trying to link them up into some kind of imagery, and from that I may get inspired. Added some more bubbles and colour, and then realized it was not appealing. I did not have a visual image.

How long can it take for an idea to go from ideation to being tangible on a picture? The visual is for other people to recognize. Being recognizable is a kind of materialization, subject to copyright. Maybe not rights, the tangible may not be an optimal version of an idea.

Let’s go back to the mind. I can comprehend its possibility, such that I thought I created an idea, dragging it through the process of materialization. Or is it that the idea lives through my imagination, living through me? Am I being exploited then? I feel bewildered.

Vehicle and the signified. At night before I sleep, I try to think about this for a while. Would that make me a scientist or philosopher? Just for thinking, and value can be there. It’s just a human being, living. If the idea is thus formed, then thinking is really enough to be a human.

But I was told, LSP is not what I can work out its details. Someone would, and someone would post it somewhere one day so that all the people on earth can get the full protocol and if they have the resources, they can each generate endless energy. But not me, not the present me.

truth, information of idea, sufficiency

What about knowing something important, intelligent, but unable to tell others? I need to imagine those are not truth, just like any other ideas in the world, that it’s not necessarily true. In this way, even bearing a precious diamond jewel or the total quantity of a rare element of the whole Earth, I won’t feel special. I can live like an ordinary man.

Even when you can tell others, no one would believe. Or someone will, but with special purpose for their own use. He/she isn’t really believing. The older they live, the longer their mind is filled with patternized frame, even square, no longer flexible. Just as others say, they can’t handle the truth.

Truth is absolute, or not absolute?

Depends.

There is something just like LSP in the future. When some creatures thought/ think/ would think about the idea, it starts to evolve. It depends on what the idea encounters, whom, how, when, where, why, etc to mature. It doesn’t matter where it is. If it is in micro- or nano-form, it survives as information.

Information of idea.

It lives in different dimensions. When encountering sufficiency, it comes into shape. One of the best forms is human being. They can create. If the idea lives long enough in human mind, then it would be materialized.

LSP is soon enough, if we view it from history of civilization. If we are cosmic, it will be here just like tomorrow’s.

truth in the ocean of online writings

But Gaia is only my imagination !

‘No. Gaia is never an imagination. They can survive up till now because of G-17 technology.’

You mean like supernatural power?

‘No.’

Super-computers?

‘Not computer, not the form. In the future the information is formed and activated in everything and everywhere. All you need to do is to retrieve and use it. Gaia tries hard to avoid the tectonic disruption.‘

They have been doing this since when?

‘More than a millennium before your time.’

That’s not too long.

‘Even earlier, since homo sapiens develop their civilizations. But it’s getting harder and harder for the Gaia as time goes by.’

I was enlightened. Because of the population?

‘Yes.’

Just that? I mean with aliens and Gaia together, all they can do is only save human beings from less earthquake, volcano eruption ?

‘No. But it’s not the right time to tell.’

Why?

‘Because you don’t believe me.’

...How do I not know this is just another joke again, that you’re one of the jokers?

‘You’ll know, but perhaps long after all these things you’re doing now.’

Then he told me something, and reminded me not to tell any living soul. But I can write it out because in the ocean of online writings probably no one would pay attention to it, and people would think I am only writing sci-fi, creating something out. Truth is disguised in this way? If it is, then we’re all blinded.

Earth’s magnetic field will reverse

‘You don’t believe me? Well, I can prove. I know what had happened in your times. Here’s one. Some amphibians were going towards extinction.’

There are many plants or animals, either known or unknown to us, become extinct everyday.

‘Not too long from now, news would report this. You can wait for it.’

That’s not a proof. Anyone can search the Web and comes up with some predictions. In this case it is easy to guess it right.

‘Even when it’s amid the Beijing Olympics, it’ll still be heard. Amphibians.’

Then why on earth aliens are below us?

‘Of course they need to hide under earth surface to be invisible from human eyes.”

That’s it?

‘No. Another concern is the magnetic field. They are experts in this.’

So?

‘Didn’t you hear of magnetic flip, that the Earth’s magnetic field will reverse?’

When?

‘Within a millennium.’

I was speechless.

‘Because of the flip, G-17 creature came to settle things. They live down there, with the Gaia.’

G-17 solar system visiting us

The Web phone rang.

I was talking with the future me again. This time the setting was a translucent wall, such that I could half see my own reflection. It’s like talking to myself.

‘Yes, I just want to make it easier for you.’

Easier? Do you mean I wouldn’t be good-looking by then?

‘You aren’t a weary old man by now. I am still good-looking, according to some people’s standard. Of course I can’t please everybody, including androids.’

Why do you appear again; you come for me?

‘Kind of. I just make sure things happen.’

What do you mean? What kind of things? They might not be in line with history?

‘I don’t need to be logical in the way Twenty-first century thought they should be. However, I send these information to you so that you can write them out, just to make sure they would appear in our contemporary history.’

So there is logic, a special kind of logic.

‘Logic of fractional dimension, between space and time. Anyway, what you perceived the other day is somehow correct. There is some aliens from the G-17 solar system having visited us long before we’re aware. They are below us.’

I sat still.

Universe > humans > new life-forms

In this world, micro-organism has its life and way of powering up its being. Do we need to source energy for them? Conservationists want to retain what individual life-form itself is at the present. But these life-forms have undergone generations of evolution before appearing as what we see them today. My point is: let them evolve.

But evolution has come to a new stage. The universe has been around for more than 13.5 billion years to let human beings live to this stage. Humans is an interesting species. They can create, create something that wouldn’t possibly be formed naturally.

Take an example. We make robots, we also make micro-organisms. In the future, organisms are no longer living ones we see today. It was only when I read one of those chemistry books that I realize what we have achieved in chemical engineering. So, in the future we can synthesize nano units, whether they be biochemical or mechanical, to create some living creatures never seen before. Sometimes it appears horrible to me. Yes, Frankensteinesque.

Anyway, in order to make them live, we come up with something to fuel them. And that’s exactly where the energy foam fits in. When we commit ourselves to making this kind of new life forms, we will succeed.

For the same reason, if we want to see ghosts and indulge yourself so much that perhaps we can really see one. Then what about aliens? Does it also apply that we can see one if we really want to? What about when the aliens are stronger in mental power of their neuro-kinetic field? As a result we might easily be controlled and manipulated by them.

Or, could it be powerful aliens make all these strange things happening here on Earth... I mean their energy level is so high that they can easily trigger out strange and unnatural events.

Lake Shore Protocol, LSP, water-based energy

Surely water has a lot of bubbles, foams. I had been to Lake Michigan, and enjoyed the loop drive. On the lake shore I looked into the deep blue water, wondering what was down there. Take the experience out and give it a name, for this protocol.

Lake Shore Protocol, in brief, LSP.

How many bubbles will there be at the lake shore? Well, endless. With every single burst of a bubble, a little momentum is generated. It gives out energy and uncovers another pile of bubbles. More and more. A real-time symphony of bubbles.

I know, in quantum level there will not be bubble bursting. It’s only a metaphor. Probability blows up a cloud there or here; bubbles blown up somewhere and everywhere. Energy gets vigour and released from some dimension. A mechanism.

Maybe with this idea, people in the future -- if the visit by the future me to me was real that night, which means they can come to us even just for inspiration, then my idea here may help them to make discovery since in their times there may be sufficient technology and opportunity to do so.

Thinking that present ideas would be referred to as old ones, which may inspire the future, I feel gratified and happy. So, once water is beginning to decompose and give hydrogen, the quantum fluctuation can be described by ‘foaming’. It is a description. I can’t imagine, when water is no longer water, it can still behave like water trapping air -- may be by then it traps energy, and the collective effect of all the forces on earth makes it form in bubble shape?

LSP is generating energy from water. Collectively it is immense and infinite, releasing the energy inside atoms. Since it is atomic level and the process relatively subtle , it can drive small organisms.

Poetic License. Create. Water.

Talking about energy, we can’t do much without it. And if we have endless supply and huge volume of energy, then we can make significant discoveries. If everyone gets enough energy at the same time, we achieve greatness. We would be on the next wave of revolutions, a new historic Renaissance again.

As a writer, suddenly I am aware of my responsibility to discover something great about cheap and abundant supply of powerful energy. I don’t do experiments in the lab. I do it in my mind.

We don’t need much uranium to release atomic explosion that blows up the Earth. Luckily there isn’t too much uranium around. But we have a lot of water.

Water.

Everything on this planet goes back to water. Break its molecular bond, let hydrogen be free, and we have cheap and abundant supply of energy. No, mere abundance is not enough. We need endless supply.

Water bubbles. Foams. Didn’t scientists say in the quantum level energy is endlessly immense? Its surface is uneven, just like foam. Then foam is a good metaphor to describe energy field, ultra-strong energy.

That’s why I had the idea of foam-like power. Foam-powered. But that’s only the facial description. In the core the cheap energy needs technological specifications and a protocol name.

I was thinking how to name this protocol when I realized that, the world is a naming game. We make nomenclature and assign meanings. According to Nash, there are two things left in this world for people to study, one is semiotics, the signification of meanings.

I am giving the future of energy a name to be signified in this protocol.

You may ask: What am I to have this privilege? Well, I’m not a scientist, but in the old past science is narrated by Plato or Aristotle with words, not math.

I have the Poetic License. to Create.

(Yes, just a few hundred years ago, key English terms are in capital letter, not necessarily in the beginning of sentence or proper names)

Gaia and aliens came up to the earth surface during earthquake...

I downloaded the binary, compiled it and read carefully through the debugs report before install. It said it would never reach version 1. Anyone who waited for it, please go. And what did version ‘0.0{power n}2-2’ mean?

It mentioned a place where I could check about quasi-bionic chip. I visited the site, read the product but did not exactly know how the chip works. Before long I stopped, asking myself why I needed to test this out when I was just writing about it. After I noted this site, I quit.

I needed time to think about it before installing this ‘Logos-eros (Khansee) suite’.

After encountering all these strange things, I needed time to relax. So I did. When I came back to work again, the external world met me. The news. There were so many earthquakes around?

What caught me was a former astronaut-scientist who said aliens are among us. Of course they are among us, would they live, say, in the underground... My mind back to work, and it reminded me of Gaia, the underworld tribe who... welcomed aliens who liked to live underground, near the heat, the inferno wrapped by tectonic plates, the core and original magnetic field?

No way!

But no way is a way. Away. So aliens not necessarily live among us. They may live below us. Of course they can come up and live among us, once in a while. Once in a blue moon, when the moon or sky changes its color... Earthquake.

Gaia and aliens came up to the earth surface during earthquake!

What an amazing idea... or fact? Everything is possible. When there’s a will, there’s a way. But this time it isn’t me who provokes all these, those I encountered recently, is it? Someone with greater power, mental power, provokes this into being.

Sometimes I think we love the mystic and fantasy because we need to know something about the uncanny and weird world beyond our comprehension and understanding. Otherwise we feel frightened. Scientists help us, but they do it too slowly, even though we trust them, or do we? Novelists get it right, just write. People would choose to believe whatever they want to. If they don’t, Newton or Hawking can’t help them.

Well, we may still feel frightened after reading some of these novels. The situation may be even worse. But, then we have some understanding of the possible worlds. No one can say they are totally impossible. No man can, although some pretend to be super-humans who say they can. Power stuff.

To make a life or risk your own life, which is better?

A day later, I decided to write something for the sentiment feature. First, some steps. The reference was hard. On what ground does robot need sentiments aside a pleasing outlook? A command from the manufacturer, or the master? I did not want to lend myself to Ashimov’s rules for robots.

Then I realized many people would love to write such kind of sentimental program for androids. All of us like to play god. I sorted out some traits originated from sensibility, referencing them to psychological emotions.

After resulting in a set of nomenclature, I tried to source some open source programs that might work with them. Actually I did not know whether there was such program, but I would like to try. It cost me hours and hours of hard work. There were lots of program stockpiling, just like junks, and their names were ambiguous. Maybe they thought we should dig deep as they did in order to find something useful, like a pearl in the trash.

Just when I was about to give up, in a flash before diminishing I thought of the queer site which once made a fool of me. The joker was a mean figure, but then the person might have something off the wall, say, some command lines to stir up response from a simple quasi-bionic chip.

‘You got it right, babe.’ The Web site’s personae spoke after exchanging some questions to refine my search. ‘We don’t have that kind of chips. So you have to make it up yourself to test if our logos-eros suite works on them.’

‘Logos-eros?’

‘Don’t repeat after me, you stupid.’

‘Where can I download it? Under what license it is delivered?’

‘Here. Under a strange license, The Khansee.’

‘Never heard of it. What obligations would I bear?’ I asked.

‘Life.’

‘L... Would anyone ever use it then?’

‘Why not? To make a life or risk your own life, which is better? Does it worth...’ It paused for a while, then resumed, ‘Not your life. But anyone attempting to make a life should value it. Not a tree, not trees! Remember? When there were lots of trees there were no human beings on Earth...’

‘So, who is responsible for developing The Khansee.’

‘Khan.’

‘You mean, like Genghis Khan? ’

‘The Great Khan.’

I assumed it was a personae.

A-musing job: give sentiment to androids

And so there was the protagonist. I started to think a bit more, a trait there, a habit here, ending up with idiosyncrasy. I deliberately made up something different from the text.

During this period there were events happening all over the world, including earthquakes. One thing revived my attention to the external world for a while was that there was speculation aout the pair of small meteorites closing in our Earth -- they were in a way related to the smallest planet outside our solar system. This planet was found by New Zealand scientists. It is the smallest, but not the nearest. This small planet is orbiting around a star 3000 light years away. The distance is more than a double of eternity on earth.

Another strange thing was ten of thousands of rats escaped from their home and ran on the field. Refugee, to where?

I was back to my creation.

One thing about android is the sentiment. Assuming we can build a full-functioning metal-ceramic-mixed shell body for robots, it can move either because of programming or natural force fields. What about the sentimental side?

I assume yet another scenario. In the future robotics specialists agree that ‘android’ is the kind of robot which, in addition to its human appearance, must have human-like sentiments. That won’t come easy.

A gesture matching a certain expression or an attitude. Idiosyncrasy allows interpretation and therefore difference. But is the sentiment good for the android or us the humans? We should want them to behave alike. We breathe this attribute to them. We entrust and vest this gift to androids so that they can evolve...

Can we thus make things better? We humans have long been suffered from sentiments. Why would androids be endowed with them. It would only make things more complicated.

But future robots should have a processing portion for sentiments. So, who is going to do that? Scientists won’t do sentiments. Programmers? Can sentiment fits in programming? I presume they are different things.

finally, Locus and lotus

Then the text stopped, no longer live typing, tele-writing. What, my laughter was a sign of stop communication? No way. Even in the Twenty-third century, a laughter won’t become so opposite in meaning.

The old text had a part that I had not read. So after making sure the dialog was no longer on, I read those text.

I am a reader of my own creation. As I read on, I had this feeling and could not help thinking alongside.

I shall be writing all these? Can I? It looks like I can't. How could I ever have written this content...

Strange events aligning. Consciously making my day. Cross-time one-to-one dual-locale but one domain -- me !

Self.

Align back to me. A loop, at a locale, mine and his. Of course I will focus on this locale, locus.

Locus. The place. Maybe even the name of the robot, infant robot.

Then I caught sight of the name of the character. What ?! It’s the same as my idea just a second ago! Guess what...

Locus.

It seems as soon as I thought of something, it appears on this text. I stopped thinking, but then my mind had the visual image of this piece of text on the screen of my laptop, with a logo of an apple taken a first bite. Apple... tempting, which had tempted Adam and Eve...

a Dame’ve

I looked back at the screen. The text read ‘lotus’.

Oh my my! I can’t fool this text, can I? Just then in my mind I really thought of something botanical, the lotus, not a Dame’ve. The text got it right.

Look here. Locus. There, Lotus.

Monologue in four-dimension across time; I’m talking with the past me, my history, all in one.

Energy into matter? How can one ever do that, except God.

‘It doesn’t take a god or the God to do so. If you’re not on the edge of a dimension, you can’t see what’s on the other side. But once you’re here, you understand.’

The Twenty-third century has that kind of technology?

‘It is here, but not entirely made by humans.’

Aliens?

‘In your terms, yes. You can translate it that way so as to understand.’

You have a different name for aliens?

‘Creatures, that would be suffice.’

Do you mean you use different terms and language there, but can text me from your times?

‘Yes.’

How can the text retain its form and wordings, if they are so different?

‘Some kind of temporal-spatial engineering. It is a part of the program. It would adjust into suitable cultural mode so that you can understand. Remember, we come from your times. Yours is history to us. We know about it.’

I was enlightened. This dialog can be in two ways because you enable it.

‘Sure.’

Why me... why do you come for me, except being bored?

‘Because you’re me. You’re just like my memory, but then we can talk. This makes me a better person, more full. I’m talking with the past me, my history, all in one. Monologue in the fourth dimension across time.’

I sighed.

‘You don’t need to sigh, or worry. I wouldn’t be around all the time. But please read these pages and keep in mind. These are the things you’ll write. To me, it’s already written.’

Do you do this to make sure I write them? Does it violate any law of logical relation in the universe?

‘It’s a loop in itself. Created loop, not uncommon these days. The cosmos are full of loops or knots, as you may hear of. It is hard for three-dimensional creatures to comprehend, but just as myself once a 3D being, I understand your concern.’

So I can write them down as my own? Is it plagiarism?

‘In our times, you’re, but can evade responsibility in court. Again, your charge is only that you are not being creative. You copy your old writings.’

I lost a laughter.